The Snowplow Stops Here

Icy flakes have been floating steadily and piling up for two days. I can stare out a window in every room of my house and watch the heavens sift powdered sugar to the earth. It’s gorgeous and hypnotizing. I don’t get many chores done when it is snowing.

Mountain House

The winds are picking up and swirling white flakes around. This morning, the measurements were made in inches, but this afternoon they switched over to feet. There is no stopping in sight. The low temperature is predicted to be 23 degrees F. The High is 30 degrees F.

The family room is finally warming up. The fire has been stoked up and blazing for hours I will stay in my snow outfit (thick leggings, turtle neck, with tee-shirt, all under my large SF 49ers sweatshirt,) because it just got warm where the fire is, all the other rooms are icy. I fear that someday, my butt will stick to the toilet seat because it freezes.

Hah! But seriously, can that really happen? Like the tongue on the metal pole? If it can, it will happen to me. Just wait. If not that particular thing, something else is bound to.

I don’t believe in luck – good or bad. The strange things that happen are only that – strange. The cake thing was heartbreaking because I wanted it perfect looking for a celebration. From pouring the batter into the pans to trying to cover the mess with frosting, it was one stupid thing after another. Bottom line: I will have to use a different image in the cookbook I’m writing.

The kitchen is not the only place strange things happen. Or anywhere in the house for that matter. I am the common denominator in every strange thing that occurs.


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What Are YOU Proud Of?

Not many of us are Olympic medalists or Nobel Peace Prize winners. This does not mean we cannot be proud of our accomplishments. I’m not talking about the pride before a fall kind of proud. It is certainly not the “I’m better than you!” sort of pride we see all too often these days. It is not a showing off, competing for attention, or vain pride.

No matter how silly or insignificant they may seem compared to those celebrated by the media, each of us accomplishes things we are proud of. We may not even be aware when we do them, but a memory of something brings it up in your mind and puts a smile on your face.

If you took a minute or two and thought about the little victories and accomplishments you feel good about, I bet you could write a list of them.

  • My List:
    • See the Poster on the Right ->
    • I am growing avocado trees from seeds
    • I was inches close to kicking a field goal at Candlestick Park
    • I was “Vanna Bee” when my hubby taught a grade school class about Bees.

None of the above would get me any kudos or recognition. This is fine with me. I did them because I chose to, and in that sense, that also makes me proud of myself.

There are no photos of me kicking or being Vanna because I was busy at the time…
Apparently, no one else in my family can take photos.

TTFN

The Look of Love

What have you learned in your life about love?

There are many degrees of love.

I thought no love could be stronger than my love for my daughter. Until my granddaughter was born. It is like deja vu all over again, but you have a lot more fun this time around. I had never felt such immediate and overwhelming joy about a person before.

Cats or Dogs? Most likely, you have a preference for one over the other. If you can’t tolerate either, I feel sorry for you. You have a giant void in your life that you are unaware of. If you travel a lot or have allergies, get a fish. Pets are the only friends you can count on to listen to you and not tell anyone later.

Personally, I do not do cats. Aside from being allergic to their dander, cats withhold their affection and think they are superior to you. Who needs that? A dog thinks you are the greatest person in the world. They adore you. Although they can be needy of your attention – to the point of not letting you get anything done, you feel flattered and a bit grateful. When I get annoyed beyond thought, I give in and tell my dog, “OK, I’m going to sit down now and do nothing.” She will happily escort me to my chair. After a back scratch and an ear rub, she happily lies at my feet and snoozes.

Then there is love for your fellow man. Jesus told his disciples to “Love your neighbor as yourself.” (Matthew 22:29-33)
He did not mean only love the people on your street, but anyone you meet. And yes, he meant that annoying (and extremely LOUD) family down the block.

Romantic love is exciting and happy. It’s emotional, overly sensitive, and heart-wrenching. Love hurts. It wounds. It scars. Mmmm that reminds me of a song. If you know the one I am thinking about, you are not so young.

Unrequited romantic love is a one-sided love affair that is only on your side. These are detrimental to your self-esteem and cause depression. Move on from that affair as quickly as possible. Before you become a stalker.

TTFN